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// Not so Wise Words 
// Story: Of Silver Scales 
// by Axelflames 
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	Alright, so I'm probably gonna be skipping around a bit here for some reasons. First of all, turns out that all that flying, especially after just getting wings in the first place, really wears down your stamina. I think I had just hit that cloud layer again, when I felt them close and stiffen. I had just enough time to register this, when gravity reminded me once again, that it is the law. Thank god there was someone with me, otherwise I might have died. I was able to get off a few choice curses, “Zarking Moscow Rule Number Nine!” being the exact phrasing, before Sunstone caught me. Thank god he did, otherwise this story would have gone up to possibly adult rating, and then end swiftly and squishily. 

“I think... that it would be best... if you... kept your wings... open!” He grunted. 

“I perceive that you may be correct. Unfortunately, I find myself... getting... really... tired...” I started. Then, according to him, I slumped rather unceremoniously, and in a way that was very undignified, and fainted. He also says that I was heavy. 


I woke up looking at...a damp cloth. I put my hand on the cloth and slowly raise myself up. My head is still pounding from last night. “I am never getting that Sugar-high again. I could have sworn I got teleported to the Land of Equestria and got turned into a dragon, then I attacked by a roman pegasus named Sunstone. Then it turned into one of the weirdest falling dreams of my life.” I lifted up the cloth to see a nicely furnished household. I groaned and snapped my neck a couple of times. The resounding pops were quite pleasant to my ears when I heard something out of place. A creaking of a swinging door. I turned around swiftly, not exactly the best idea, and toppled over the reddish-brown mare with the bucket of water in her mouth. 

“Ahhh!” I heard her yell. That yell was followed by, in lovely slow-motion, the bucket flying through the air and spilling all the water within on me, the bucket landing on my head in a resounding clang, and a roar from Sunstone as he charged into the room. 

“What happened?” he yelled, right before he tripped over me. “Oooph!”

I lifted the now empty bucket off my head, and turned it over to put my face in it. With my face down in the bucket I asked him, “Do you mind if I use this bucket?” 

“What do you mean?” he said, getting up off of my back.

Right at that moment, I began throwing up. Thank goodness for the bucket. 


Okay, little backstory here. I'm a Dungeons and Dragons junkie, and the only thing I love more than DnD is to LARP. Now one of the things I know about dragons, thank you Draconomicon, is the metabolism rate. Absurdly high. I mean, they can eat gems get nutrients from them! There is a drawback though. The dragon liver is practically non-existent. Meaning that there is no way I was ever gonna be able to keep my head in a bar ever again. Now, back to the story, we'll pick up after I'm done throwing up. 


I finally pushed myself away from the now full bucket. “Thanks, I'll empty this outside.” I said as I picked it up. I started to walk towards the most important looking door, when my head pounded again. I started to fall forward again, but instantly found Sunstone propping me up. He looked up at me, yeah I was taller than him by far, and spoke to the mare.

“Citrine, would you mind retrieving my special cure all from the cabinet?”

“Okay.” she said, leaving the room. I looked down at him, and said the first thing that came to my head.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you look really badass? Because I'm afraid that if they haven't then you were being to awesome to comment on.” He looked at me as though I was drunk, which might have been a pretty accurate representation of my body at that time. Thankfully, Citrine walked in before he could respond. She had something in her teeth, and I shifted my head to look at it. 

It was a small sphere, really small, and it glowed with a soothing green, like the color of fresh grass in the forest. Just being in the same room as it made my body feel less tired, and more alive. The headaches just kept coming, though and I wondered if this was the cure all she had been sent to get. This was answered when she flew up to be level with my eyes, and then bonked me in the forehead with it. 

The resulting power that swept through me was nothing less than astounding. I instantly felt  clear headed, and all my pain was gone. Even the soreness in my wings subsided. I would have fallen on my face from sheer relief, if not for the bucket in my hands. I looked back down at it, then at Sunstone. 

“That door leads outside right? I'm gonna go dump this.” I said, and moved past him and opened the door. He started to yell something, but I had already stepped out, into the open air. I almost fell forwards, but caught myself on the door frame. The bucket wasn't so lucky. I watched it tumble down through the air, and then down through the clouds. I pulled myself back in, and then closed the door behind me. I slouched against the wall, and then looked at him. I was about to speak, when he beat me to it. 

“So, would you care to eat dinner?” 


Dinner was excellent. The bronies I've talked to, have always said that being in a world of vegetarians would be horrible, but vegetarian doesn't exactly qualify for Equestrians. Main course of the meal, was fish. It was sort of like a smoked salmon, but I was too busy being amazed that they ate something else that blew my mind. Bacon, or what looked like bacon. It actually turned out to be something Citrine called a hogfish, apparently a big fat fish that has meat that can be cured like bacon. Bit gamier though. Along with this amazing food were corn-bread rolls and some buttery garlic stuff, as well as some broccoli. All in all, not a bad meal. I would go into it more, but that was when the questioning started.

“So, Quicksilver, where are you from?” Citrine asked. I gulped, the questions were going to go along this route it seemed. I mentally prepared myself to lie, when I looked at my hosts once more. These people, or ponies, had invited a complete stranger into their home and then taken care of that stranger as if they were part of the family. I sighed, they deserved my honest answer.

“Another world.” I responded, putting down my food. My appetite had been sated a long time before, and it is considered impolite to speak while talking. 

“What do you mean by, another world? Did you mean to say that it seems like another world, or do you actually expect us to believe you come from somewhere outside of Equestria?” Sunstone seemed very interested. I never imagined him to be the kind of pony interested in other worlds. 

“I believe that it would be best to continue on the idea that the world I am from is outside of Equestria. Also, it would be best to get a clear picture of just what my kind are.” I said. There I go again with the high-speak. Sunstone looked intently at me. 

“And just what, pray tell, are your kind?” he asked. I sighed again, and looked him dead in the eye. 

“Have you ever heard of a human?”